Miss Voodoo

This full moon wades into the break of day,

time is no consideration to make me stay

It's true what my father would say, friendships can fade into those lines of Gray.

You hit me right behind my skull, your selfishness didn't make you stall.

I won't come to your beck and call I guess I really never knew you at all.

You burned my bridge with your gasoline.

you left a bad taste in my mouth like some grenadine.

I know my worth I guess you should too.

Now I'm drowning in your witches Brew.